She wonders if he thinks of her
Maybe he does not
Because there are others precious than her
But what does he really look like?
Maybe a true reflection of her
She sometimes fear she would pass him
On the street and not notice
Is her heart not supposed to stop beating?
Is she not supposed to have flash backs?
Here she sits saying her wicked prayers
“Lord, give me the strength to hurt him
To hurt him more deeply than he did’’
Lord give this faceless man a face.